the goddess of earth

3

Daliah's p.o.v

I woke up to the sound of shifting in my room. It still seems early ,so it's probably tink ,the sparrow that flies into my room at times. Blazing sunlight spills through the windows ,blinding me. I sit up, exhausted , and so not ready for a new day. As I rub my eyes to get the exhaustion out , a thud is all I hear.

What was that??

Thud....thud...thud.

shit shit shit. That was definitely not tink.

Thud...

Its coming from inside my room. I highten
my wolf's senses to make sure it's safe to uncover my eyes. I hear shuffling next to me on the floor near my desk , the smell of lemongrass invades my nostrils, suddenly calming me. No no don't give into the smell ,it's an intruder!

Before I can give it a second thought, I remove my hands off my face and turn towards the intruder. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of a human , completely bare of clothing on the floor of my bedroom. I can't move, am I in shock? He's looking at me , staring with those dark forest green eyes. And as I open my mouth to scream , I stop.

I know him..

Goddess ,how can I know him? He's bloody human!!

The crown of brown curls that rings around his head,the green eyes , so so green almost hidden beneath the curls , golden brown skin shining like honey under the sun . I've seen him before.

Then it hit me. I look towards the floor where my drawing book resides, was one of the objects from my desk that were strewn across the floor. It was him. The man boy I had drawn last night. But, how is that possible?
Okay.... I get it . I didn't draw him I just dreamt of him ,or dreamt of drawing him. It's a coincidence ,yeah that's what it is.
I look down to my hands, clutching the sheets so tightly .

Oh no

It was no dream,I did draw him.

My index finger ,thumb and middle finger were covered in pencil residues. How can something I draw magically appear before me? The gods are messing with me.

"Who are you?",I ask dreading the answer. His eyes widen when he realizes I'm talking to him. He was on his hands and knees,looking up at me . Why is he sitting like that ? His mouth opens and shuts ,as if he's contemplating whether to tell me or not. Or , just trying to figure out how to use his voice?

"I'm Edmond Donovan ", he spoke, scratching behind one ear.

"How did you get beyond the borders?",I question.

He stares at me ,puzzled and confused."I don't know really. I just woke up here.",he says straight forwardly. What does that mean?

"What are you doing in my house?"I ask ,relaxed. He is human after all, his strength is nothing compared to mine. Even if he were to attack , he'd get nowhere. In the end ,I am a warrior in training.

"I don't remember", he says ,sitting back stretching his legs in front of him ,trying to cover himself with his arms.

"Did you fall and hit your head? Maybe you lost your memory",as I ask hopefully as he touches the back of his head in thought.